Darkness and beauty can go hand-in-hand; they compliment one another more often than not.
Deep amaranth eyes speak of the times that she has suffered and clawed her way through. The depth of their darkness offset only by the oil-slick sheen of a swirled pink overtop; though only noticeable in settings of light.
Swathes of the deepest black drape over her figure to further assimilate her into the shadows. Though she is touched in places by light grays; on the lower fourth of her legs, covering her muzzle, and spilling down her throat to reach her chest and underbelly. Smaller marks of gray accentuate her fox-like face above each eye, on the lower eyelids, and as a thin blaze between her eyes. A deeper gray settles in a stardusted way from the nape of her neck and down her spine to the tip of her tail. There is a simpleness to her, though she is all darkness and that which lays between it and light itself.
Her coat is sleek as satin and voluminous around her neck, chest, haunches, and tail. It's wispy nature lends to her an ethereal appearance, the tendrils oft billowing and dancing among the breeze. The strands that cascade from her tail grow longer and longer with each passing year, doing well to hide the relatively short appendage beneath.
Personality
Secretive and mysterious; she goes to great lengths to keep a lot of her inner self hidden from those she encounters. She is not one to open up easily, but is still capable of finding meaningful connections with those who respect her privacy.
Cunning and blunt; she finds no use for flowery words that hold no meaning and often cuts straight to the point. She is definitely one to speak her mind without worry of the consequences; she is either overly confident in her ability to defend herself or she just doesn't care if she dies. No one really knows which.
But she is also a cunning little devil. Even if she seems to speak before thinking she puts high value on words and chooses her own rather carefully to get her point across. She is in her head more often than not, planning the next possible move or thinking of a potential outcome. In most, this would be a fear-induced form of thinking, but she simply likes to be prepared for any instance.
History
The feeling that erupted through her during the day of The Darkening is one that she cannot ever forget. It felt as if her very essence was on fire and burning its way through her mortal shell. A part of her was stolen that day and she had slowly started becoming someone else ever since. Someone a bit darker, a bit colder, as if her soul had suddenly become anesthetized to all that she once lived for. Now she's just wandering through life and wondering what is next... what else is out there that can inject some life back into her body.
